I lived, evolved and died listening to people's feelings. What do they know about me ? I was but a window while they just kept shutting me down, saying there is no sky. And when I was finnally destroyed, they looked at my dismembered body before saying : It was all in his head anyway, let's not try to look up, or we will become crazy as well.
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PoetryProse and poetry, feelings and speech in text. I wanted to live as a human, But never never really was a man.
